Like a Handprint on my Heart...

Sometimes bad is good.

Sometimes you have to take a fall to learn how to get up and go.

Like driving a car and never wearing your shoulder belt.
Until you're in an accident and tough things happen.

Oops.

Afterwards the shoulder belt becomes indispensable.
Even if the accident has long or short term negative consequences.

Sometimes bad forces one to learn what and why to do right thing from the get go. Even if it hurts now or twangs for a lifetime.

It's how you get up. How you heal. How you move forward that counts, consequences included.

*hugs*